[Don't say that, Lillie. Guzma has done bad things, and he doesn't want those to be ignored, or brushed aside. His mother did the same thing when he went back that one time...and it made his angry. He and his father were done in every sense of the word, but his mom...she tried. She tried her damnedest, but he always held some resentment towards her as well. For allowing things, for not stopping them, and for turning a blind eye and pretending like nothing was wrong with him or her husband. He knows there's more to it than that, of course, but it steeled his resolve that that house on Route 2...
It was not meant for him. It was never a home, and it never would be.
He may be changing now, maybe ever for the better, but he's still Guzma. The aggression dimmed a little bit, but he still likes to fight, and is competitive as all hell, and struggles to compose himself when his temper flares sometimes. No one should forget that, or ignore it, but instead correct it. Slowly, patiently.]
Atta girl. Now I know the saying goes 'ladies first' but, uh... [He bites his lip, to hide the wicked curl of his mouth into a sinister looking grin, a dark chuckle shaking his shoulders.] I ain't the traditional sorta gent, yo.
[He claps one large, sturdy hand on Lillie's shoulder, eyes flitting from her to the mana pool, and there's a clear glint of mischief in those dark eyes. Meet and greet is over, little sister, it's time to YEET YOU INTO THE WATER.]
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Date: 2021-01-16 03:20 pm (UTC)It was not meant for him. It was never a home, and it never would be.
He may be changing now, maybe ever for the better, but he's still Guzma. The aggression dimmed a little bit, but he still likes to fight, and is competitive as all hell, and struggles to compose himself when his temper flares sometimes. No one should forget that, or ignore it, but instead correct it. Slowly, patiently.]
Atta girl. Now I know the saying goes 'ladies first' but, uh... [He bites his lip, to hide the wicked curl of his mouth into a sinister looking grin, a dark chuckle shaking his shoulders.] I ain't the traditional sorta gent, yo.
[He claps one large, sturdy hand on Lillie's shoulder, eyes flitting from her to the mana pool, and there's a clear glint of mischief in those dark eyes. Meet and greet is over, little sister, it's time to YEET YOU INTO THE WATER.]